By sarah irisTAKEroot@aol.com
Date: 15 November 1999

maybe a few

and maybe its only because 
exhaustion is racking my body
or the fact that i run after you 
in my dreams but you never seem
to turn your head around
but i can't look for a reason 
saying your out there and i can't
find another reason to say why
you should appear in your puff 
of smoke, on your white gleaming chariot
or in your tattered flannel baseball cap
i see your passive looks tossed my way
or your lack of trust becuase someone
tore your heart out, and now you find
yourself incapable of giving, to anyone.....
not even me, who seems to have 
enough heart for both of us, and now you give 
me silence?? this silence i've worked to defy
my whole life from avoid from my mother
from myself, from that little child 
who couldn't help but cry herself to sleep soemtimes
and now you, your silence, if only you knew
how silence just tears at me, ripping me up
when other people crave it, it throws itself at my ears
but i can't change your heart, or your mind, or the valley
that has been scooped out of your red tender flesh
all i can do is say i'll be patient
and i'll be your......friend.